If the parks be “the lungs of London” we wonder what Greenwich Fair is – a periodical breaking out, we suppose — a sort of spring rash.

Charles Dickens (1812-1870), Greenwich Fair

The streets of London have their map, but our passions are uncharted. What are you going to meet if you turn this corner?

Virginia Woolf (1882-1941), Jacob’s Room

London’s like a forest . . . we shall be lost in it.

Mary Elizabeth Braddon (1835-1915), Taken at the Flood

Paris is a woman, but London is an independent man puffing his pipe in a pub.

Jack Kerouac (1922-1969), Lonesome Traveler

Take a perfect day, add six hours of rain and fog, and you have instant London.

Anon, Dick Enberg’s Humorous Quotes for All Occasions